Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Leaving Traces ❯ Leaving Traces ( One-Shot )

Yay, I finally wrote another fic
C-chan: like anyone wants to read your work.
You're the one that gave me the idea in the first place.
C-chan: I know and don't I regret it now.
Well who cares what you think and since you decided to show up here, you
can do the disclaimer.
C-chan: no, and you can't make me
Wanna bet.
Charlie-chan: fine, meagen doesn't own Gundam Wing or anything else for
that matter.
Thank you for those *cough* great words
C-chan: yeah, yeah, just get on with the fic.

Don't sulk now I didn't ask you to be here that was your idea.

C-chan: grumble

Title: Leaving Traces
Author: mic1211
Paring: some 1+2
Warnings: sad, Heero POV, OOC
Rating PG-13
Note: I got this idea from a book I've read, hope you like it.

Leaving Traces

Four walls, a window, a bed, a table, a chair.
A small room, but safe.
It al happened so fast, one war was over, another started.
But not like before, this isn't a war of weapons and soldiers, this is a war
of people and believes.
I still don't know how it happened, one day the Gundam's were heroes, the
next terrorists, brought to court and sentenced to death.
That's how I ended up here, I don't know what happened to the others; don't
know if they are safe.
We all were separated so fast, Quatre, Wufei, Trowa, Duo.
Duo's the one I miss most, the only one who was ever able to reach me, make
me open up to him and be his friend, but that's Duo for ya.

He always was there for me, with a kind smile and words of friendship, even
when I ignored, even when I insulted him. He never gave up on me.
He was the only one that was able to show me I was still human, still
alive.
That's why I love him, yes I love him. I don't know why, I don't know how
but I don't regret it.
The only thing I regret is not being able to tell him.
And now I don't even know if he is still alive.

He might be strong but I don't know what happened to him and there are
things even his strength cannot overcome.
But still he'll stay strong, when you first meet him you wouldn't think
that, I didn't think so either. Some people still don't know, but I do.
He's not strong in spite of his friendliness and cheerfulness but because
of it.
He's strong because he managed to keep his humanity.

Everyone thought he was such a carefree person never thinking deep about
anything, but I knew better. I knew he thought about things, probably more
then any of us and I still remember something he told me once

.
"When this war is over, we'll have to start over too. Everybody who wants
that something like this never happens again. We have to help with that."

"But how?" I asked.

By talking to people, by telling them what we know, what we have
experienced in this war."

"But will they understand?"

"We'll have to explain things right, if we do they'll understand. You and
me, we realized something, we have to pass that on to others, so that
they'll realize too.
That has to become the trace we leave. Everybody needs to leave traces."

I will never forget those words. But what will happen when I never see Duo
again?

I lie in my room still four walls, still a window, still a bed, a table, a
chair but things have become different, just like after I first met him and
he made me realize I was still alive. I'm not afraid anymore. Something
will come, something I have been waiting for.
'Leaving traces' that's what he said. As soon as this war is over I want to
start leaving traces.

End.